Such is the remorseless progression of human society, shedding lives and souls as it goes on its way. It is an ocean into which me...n sink who have been cast out by the law and consigned, with help most cruelly withheld, to moral death. The sea is the pitiless social darkness into which the penal system casts those it has condemned, an unfathomable waste of misery. The human soul, lost in those depths, may become a corpse. Who shall revive it?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

The foolish fears of what might happen.I cast them all away...Among the clover-scented grass,Among the new-mown hay,Among the husking of the corn,Where drowsy poppies nodWhere ill thoughts die and good are born--Out in the fields with God.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

"Dirty fellow!" exclaimed the Captain, seizing both her wrists, "hark you, Mrs. Frog, you'd best hold your tongue; for I must make... bold to tell you, if you don't, that I shall make no ceremony of tripping you out of the window, and there you may lie in the mud till some of your Monseers come to help you out of it."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

America is not so much a nightmare as a non-dream. The American non-dream is precisely a move to wipe the dream out of existence. ...The dream is a spontaneous happening and therefore dangerous to a control system set up by the non-dreamers.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »